Prepar For War

Drifting by the heavens unscarred.
Yet unhealed before a bleeding cross.
Thrown into the ash.
Crumbling.
I've been crossed.
Like the lies on a clocks face.
I've been fed lies I can't comprehend.
I've become but a mere seed again.
And I'll prophesize the end.
Now.
I have yet begun to fight.
There is no fear in my heart.
No cause worthy of my respect.
In the end I'll rot.
I won't fall prey to deception.
Deception is the means by which they profit.
Deceit if their hearts.
Evil within their souls.